Harry Styles Imagines

76 - Abandoned (au)

ABANDONED

                                I was crying. I was crying my eyes out as I sat on a bench far away from everything and everyone. My huge and heavy wedding dress was already dirty from when I had to trudge through the mud to get here.

It was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my entire life. I was supposed to feel and be treated like a princess. I was supposed to be surrounded by love and joy, was supposed to feel loved and be happy. Yet I sat here completely by my own, left with a heavy and broken heart as tears streamed down my cheeks.

 I felt empty and lost when my boyfriend, who was supposed to become my husband today, left me at the altar. Not only did he break my heart with this but he also humiliated me in front of everyone.

The wide smile I carried on my lips the whole day dropped when I entered the room full of people only to see them all hectically talking and discussing. I didn't know what they were discussing until my best friend, who sat in the first row, turned around to me and formed an I'm so sorry with his lips and made me look at the altar only so I could see that there was no one waiting for me.

Sobs kept rattling through my throat and left my mouth in gasps. It didn't sound healthy at all and I really wanted to stop crying but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

  "For God's sake, Y/N!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I looked up with teary eyes and saw my best friend approaching me. He stepped through the mud with his shiny black shoes. God, he looked amazing in his suit.

  "Everyone's so worried about you." He said and sat down beside me. He immediately pulled me into his arms and I cried into his shoulder. The warmth of his body and the loving hug only made me cry more because once again he was there for me when my probably now ex-boyfriend broke my heart.

  "Harry," I cried into his suit, "I can't...believe he left me."

  "I can." Harry muttered and I knew I wasn't supposed to hear this but I did.

  "You knew it?" I wanted to yell at him but my voice was so hoarse, "He told you? Was it planned? Oh my God!!!"

  "No, no. I didn't know it. I assumed it," Harry explained quickly and gathered my hands in his since I pulled away from our embrace, "You knew I wasn't exactly fond of the idea of you marrying him."

  "Why didn't you tell me that you were assuming it?"

  "You wouldn't have believed me, Y/N."

 This little conversation made me stop sobbing. I now only had some little tears roll down my cheeks. I wiped under my eyes and saw the black mascara stains on my fingers.

  "I must look horrible right now." I chuckled through my tears.

  "He doesn't deserve one of these tears," Harry whispered, "and you're the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Even with black stained cheeks."

 Harry and I softly chuckled. "I'm no bride without a husband to marry."

  "You're the most beautiful women I have ever seen." Harry corrects himself and his thumb strokes over my cheek.

My heart was still so heavy with sorrow and pain. But now that I finally stopped crying and started to get a clear head again, I wondered about why I was even upset. Did it hurt that he actually left me? That I couldn't marry him now? Or did it hurt me that I was left in front of the altar and couldn't prove to Harry and my whole family that he meant it serious with me?

  "Do you love him?"

  "Honestly?"

  "Of course." Harry nods and scoots closer after he took of his suit jacket to put it over my bare shoulders.

  "I don't know anymore. I can't even tell if I'm crying because of him or because the wedding is not going to take place," I answered and leaned my head against his shoulder. My fingers stroked over the fabric of my dress, "I mean look how pretty this dress is and now it's ruined. And cursed, too."

  "It's not cursed, Y/N."

  "It is. Weddings are cursed as well. You're still together on your wedding day? Congratulations. But weddings are the catalysts to break-ups. When you marry you can already tell that you have to sign the divorce papers soon. Weddings are cursed and stupid and only naive people believe in it." I ranted and then took a deep breath. An hour ago I had a complete different view on marriage.

  "That's not true. Some marriages are meant to last a life-time." Harry whispered and stroked strands of hair out of my face. His fingertips brushed my temple every time and his touch was so gentle and caring.

  "I don't know." I sighed.

  "He just wasn't the right one. You should be lucky he left before you married him."

  "There's no 'the right one'."

  "Yes, there is. I think I have found the right one for me." Harry admitted quietly and I lifted my head off his shoulder to look at him.

  "You don't even have a girlfriend let alone dated anyone in the past three years, Harry."

  "She was taken all these years and certainly not interested in me. But that's okay. Everyone gets their chance at some time and maybe I get mine now." Harry shrugged.

 I already assumed who he was talking about. Harry always behaved like he liked me a bit too much. He gave me pet names, touched my face softly, hated and judged my boyfriend and had this look in his amazing green eyes.

  "Harry..." I whispered and he gave me a tiny smile.

  "I know, Y/N. It's too early for me to say this. You've just got your heart broken and I really don't wanna rush you or push you into things you wouldn't like. I know it's horrible he left you but I have to admit I'm happy that you aren't married. Because I love you. I have loved you all these years. How could someone not fall for you?" Harry asked chuckling, "You're the most beautiful, smartest and funniest and nicest girl I have ever seen. You're so dedicated and intriguing. How could I not fall in love with such an amazing girl like you?"

 I felt like a few pieces from my broken heart had been replaced and put back into the place where the old and broken one's had been belonged to before. And this nearly made me cry again. On the day I was supposed to receive only love but then got my heart broken, I did receive it anyway. Just from a person that never crossed my mind in this way. Harry exactly knew what I needed to hear.

  "I don't expect an answer now. But eventually I need one, now that I've declared my love to you." Harry laughed and I giggled under tears.

  "I don't know what to say." I answered honestly. My mind was blank. I couldn't grasp a single thought. Even though I somehow expected him to say and feel this, I was caught off-guard when he actually said it.

 We sat next to each other and our shoulders brushed. I turned my head back to Harry who was looking straight forward. But seemed to have noticed that I was looking at him because now he turned to look at me, too. His eyes dropped to my lips for a split second and I couldn't fight the smile that appeared on my lips afterwards.

 I then did something neither he nor I expected. I rushed forward and kissed him. His words made me want to find out if he could spark a feeling inside of me. And indeed his lips and his gentle hands on my hips made me get butterflies.

 I didn't want to pull away from the kiss because Harry made me forget about all the terrible incident from today. But we also couldn't kiss forever. With a smile I pulled away and slightly tilted my head as I looked down at my lap. Harry placed a finger underneath my chin and our eyes locked

  "Don't rush yourself, please." He said and I nodded. I would need time to progress all this, to think about this and how to continue from now.

But I knew what my answer would be to Harry's feelings towards me. The wild and reckless butterflies in my stomach and the tingling Harry had caused said it all. 

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